IF YOUR MOTHER DID NOT LOVE YOU the way she could have. Your heart is never quite full. If your mother was not who she could have been, your soul is somehow incomplete. If your inner little girl was not taught how to feel, your journey is not easy my friend. But You owe it to that girl to learn. You owe it to her to make love. You owe it to her to create a world so full of love, that it will eventually out-shadow the demons of your past.
And here’s the thing about that… Love regenerates. So make it and watch it blossom in the hearts of those around you. And watch them pass it on and on and on until you have singlehandedly made enough love, and more, to fill that void you carry and to fill the voids of anyone who crosses your path.
If your mother did not love you, the way she could have, you have some catching up to do, But I know you will my friend. I know you will. It starts with you.
Come my child and give me all that you are. I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain. Give me your tears. They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans. Give me your rage. It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder. Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hopes and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky. You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness. There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are. I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills. My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart. Release your deep pain. You are not alone and you have never been alone.